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Rock And Roll Memoir It was too **** loud I never liked Bobo our first drummer or was he the third? The riffs? Stolen. Lyrics written by a callow youth still torment me to this day like a s w a r m of b e e s My obituary a bit of boilerplate written by interns at Rolling Stone lays waiting patiently for the call. I don’t remember in any particular order the origin of the band name the outcomes of the lawsuits what happened in Houston penning “Love Carburetor” on the bare *** of a groupie named Skyyy writing a song cycle about the Laps riding in ambulances limos helicopters or punching Bill Graham on the sidewalk in front of the Fillmore East. If you say we played Farm Aid twice, well I guess you would know. I can’t **** standing up or hear a word you’re saying and my doctor says we must get a handle on my liver before we think about replacing my knees hips corneas heart and lungs. But I’m booked to a ten night stand at the Beacon with the New York Philharmonic performing our first album in its entirety with our original bassist Ian somebody or other plus interviews on Fresh Air and Morning Joe to promote a concert film by Jim Jarmusch.
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Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 7:47 AM UTC
Rock and Roll Memoir
Rock And Roll Memoir It was too **** loud I never liked Bobo our first drummer or was he the third? The riffs? Stolen. Lyrics written by a callow youth still torment me to this day like a s w a r m of b e e s My obituary a bit of boilerplate written by interns at Rolling Stone lays waiting patiently for the call. I don’t remember in any particular order the origin of the band name the outcomes of the lawsuits what happened in Houston penning “Love Carburetor” on the bare *** of a groupie named Skyyy writing a song cycle about the Laps riding in ambulances limos helicopters or punching Bill Graham on the sidewalk in front of the Fillmore East. If you say we played Farm Aid twice, well I guess you would know. I can’t **** standing up or hear a word you’re saying and my doctor says we must get a handle on my liver before we think about replacing my knees hips corneas heart and lungs. But I’m booked to a ten night stand at the Beacon with the New York Philharmonic performing our first album in its entirety with our original bassist Ian somebody or other plus interviews on Fresh Air and Morning Joe to promote a concert film by Jim Jarmusch.
dave-hardin
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Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 7:47 AM UTC
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